There are a lot of homeless people crowded in the dirty corners.
There was always a long queue outside the workhouse.
Bureau agent Percy Anias uncomfortably tugged on the second-hand clothes he bought from the flea market and silently observed everything around him.
He saw a man in his thirties with unshaven beard and wearing dirty cheap formal clothes walking by.
The other person may once have belonged to the middle class, but a sudden illness or unemployment can be enough to destroy his family, make him bankrupt, and become a homeless person.
From the numb and desperate look in the other person's eyes, Percy felt that the other person might still owe a large debt, which was a kind of... silence and pain on the verge of an abyss.
'It's a pity...I'm just an investigator, I can't do anything else...'
Percy knew that some gentlemen and ladies would try to maintain a semblance of respectability just after they were bankrupt.
For example, men go out early and come back late, pretending that they still have jobs, and wives tidy up their only set of clothes and raise their chins slightly when walking, maintaining a false sense of arrogance and unwilling to admit the cruel fact that they have fallen down the class.
Then, the cold society will crush them step by step.
He was evicted from the rental house because of unpaid wages and became homeless.
I had to sell my coat and jewelry, but in winter I had no clothes to keep out the cold.
In the end, some of them died, and some became homeless on the streets.
Percy walked by in silence, and suddenly heard the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground and an exclamation from behind.
The crowd screamed and dispersed, and he saw a man lying in a pool of blood, the same man he had just passed by.
He jumped off the building...
After a while, patrol officers in black uniforms arrived. After a brief inspection, they had the body taken away.
The crowd continued to move numbly, ignoring the pool of blood on the roadside.
Percy silently stared at the pool of dark red blood and took off his hat...
…
"I'm Detective Inspector Percy of Glamorgan Police Station!"
Percy took out the absolutely authentic certificate and waved it in front of an old man with slightly gray hair: "Are you the landlord here, Derion?"
"Yes, Mr. Police Officer..."
Delion couldn't help but take off his hat and asked nervously: "What can I do for you?"
"I'm looking for someone, El Ranch...is he your tenant?"
Percy asked.
This was a clue he found after investigating a large number of people who had contact with Jack during his investigation of the Benjamin case.
"Yes, El Ranch!" DeLeon recalled: "That was a very spirited young man, from the countryside of South Deco County, but very hard-working... You know, in a place like ours, can
There are not many young people who can rent a room alone and still not be in arrears with rent..."
"How long has it been since you last seen him?" Percy frowned.
"Two days? Three days... You know, I only pay attention to where my tenants are when I collect the rent." DeLeon replied with some embarrassment.
"Take me to his room." Percy ordered directly.
He followed Delion to an old building, passing by rooms. Sometimes through the doors and windows, he could see the high and low beds and floors like dormitories.
I have to say that compared to the dormitories in boarding schools, it looks messier and messier.
"arrive."
Derion came to a room on the second floor, took out a set of brass spare keys from his pocket, and opened a door.
"Holy Spirit!"
Immediately, he was so frightened that he fell to the ground, kicked his legs, and kept retreating.
As early as when DeLeon opened the door, Percy put his hand on his waist. At this time, he nimbly took out his revolver and aimed it at the door.
But there were no enemies or monsters inside the door, only a body lying on the ground.
It belonged to a young man with flaxen hair. He was facing the sky, his eyes were wide open, and one hand was stiff, as if he rolled directly off the bed and wanted to grab the water glass on the table.
"Go and notify the patrolman."
Percy asked the landlord Derion to find more helpers, and he entered the room without losing his vigilance.
"The time of death shall not exceed three days..."
After a brief check and confirming that there was no danger, he took back the firearm and scanned the room.
This room, which was only a dozen square meters in size, was narrow and closed, with an unobstructed view. Apart from a bed and a table, there was almost no room for anything else.
And on the bedside, Percy found a diary.
"On November 7th, I finally arrived in Green Forest City. I must become a decent person here..."
"On the 8th, I found a job as a porter... I'm so tired, El Ranch, you have to persevere!"
"On the 15th, I was kicked out of my house by the landlord... I have to find another rental as soon as possible..."
"On the 26th, I was tragically unemployed..."
"December 13th, I have forgotten how long it has been since I wrote a diary, but today is a day worth remembering. Thanks to the gift of the Holy Spirit, I was qualified to enter the workhouse..."
"On the 16th, I met an unlucky guy in the church workhouse. He called himself Jack. If we don't talk about women and gambling, he is still an acceptable friend..."
"On the 19th, Priest Chris Toa is not as superficial as he appears. He is a kind gentleman..."
"On the 24th, thank the Holy Spirit! Priest Chris Toya introduced me to a job as a scribe at the Red Rose Trading House. The weekly salary was 4 shillings, which was enough for me to rent a separate room... I finally
Having a place in this city..."
"In January of the New Year, Jack came to see me. He seemed to be hiding something..."
"In February, is what I saw real? Is that the truth of the world?"
"At the end of March, Jack came to say goodbye to me. He claimed that he was going to do something big. I felt that he might want to rob a bank or take revenge on his previous employer..."
"In May, I fell ill and I was gradually becoming weak..."
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The diary that followed became increasingly blurry and unclear, and there were only a few entries left.
"El Ranch, an aspiring young man from a small town... fell ill due to heavy work, but did not have enough money to see a doctor, so he had to rely on himself... Then, he finally couldn't hold on any longer, and suddenly his illness worsened and he died.
die?"
A few hours later, inside the investigation bureau.
Percy frowned and looked at the coroner in front of him: "Is this your conclusion, that he died of disease?"
"Yes!"
The coroner was a tall man with a hooked nose and a cold temperament. He paused and continued: "But there is another piece of news... This young man is an extraordinary person. He should have opened the first essence, because the level
It’s not high enough, so spirituality naturally overflows after death without condensation! In low-level matter, the proportion of natural overflow is very large, and condensation is a rare situation..."
"Extraordinary people... fell ill and died?"
Percy wanted to laugh, but couldn't.
The training from the Bureau of Investigation made him know that except for a few very special professions, low-level extraordinary people are not much different from ordinary people. They will die if they are shot, they will feel hungry and tired, and they will get sick...
"This is too ridiculous. I feel that he was more likely to be silenced by someone using extraordinary abilities related to the disease! For example, the mysterious mentor?"
Percy said coldly: "Fortunately, I have found a clue!"